His Nasty Virgin

“Stay.”

I open my eyes. “I already said I would.”

Shane gives me a long look. “You’ve had one foot out the door the second you started coming down.” He shakes his head and pulls me up. “Stop thinking so hard and enjoy this, Lily.”

My knees don’t feel quite solid, but I manage to keep my feet as he leads me into his bathroom. I look at my reflection in the mirror. “I’d say I’m enjoying myself.” My lipstick is barely more than a memory and the smudged mascara around my eyes is a far cry from the sexy smoky eye look that I started with. Not to mention that my hair has gone from playfully messy to straight up rat’s nest. My gaze tracks my naked body, taking in the whisker burn on my neck and thighs, how pink and wet my pussy looks from everything we’ve done.

Shane walks up behind me and, holy shit, we look good. His wide shoulders dwarf me and when he sets his big hands on my waist, I feel both breakable and protected at the same time. His hair is a mess from my fingers and he’s got scratches on his shoulders and the bite mark on his forearm.

We both look like sexy messes.

He pulls me back against him and cups my pussy. Not like he’s trying to start us up again. More like he’s touching

me because he can. “Sore?”

“A little.”

He nods as if he expects nothing less. “I’d say I’ll give you a break tomorrow, but it’s a lie.” He slowly, slowly, lifts his hand, almost as if the move pains him, and turns to the shower. “Let’s get some sleep.”

Somehow, with everything else going on, it never occurred to me that I’d be sleeping with Shane. Fucking, yes. Lying in bed next to you? No way.

I get tenser and tenser as we take turns in his shower and end up back in his bedroom. Shane takes one look at my face and frowns. “Get over here.”

“I-”

“Lily, did I fucking stutter?”

My heart starts hammering and I move toward him one slow step at a time. He catches my hips pulls me against him, and then grasps my chin, lifting my face so I have nowhere to hide. “Tell me.”

Beneath his firm expression, it’s the truth that slips free. “It feels intimate.”

He arches his brows. “I’ve had my hands and tongue and cock inside you and this feels intimate.” He backs me toward the bed, and I have to climb onto the mattress to keep from being toppled. “You know why that is?”

“No?”

“Because it is fucking intimate. You’re in my bed and you’re saying you feel safe enough with me to sleep.” He follows me onto the bed. “You’re saying you want to wake up in the morning with my tongue in your cunt. Doesn’t that sound intimate to you?”

I swallow hard. “I’m afraid I’m going to like it too much.”

At that, his gaze goes soft and devastatingly possessive.

“You will. You’ll like this just like you’ve loved everything we’ve done so far.” Shane releases me and yanks back the blankets. He doesn’t speak again until he’s settled under them, sitting with his back against the headboard. “I’m not going to force you, though. If this makes you uncomfortable, I can crash on the couch.” He gives a wicked grin. “But you’re still going to wake up with me tongue-fucking you.”

I shiver. I almost wish he hadn’t given me a choice, because this would be so much easier. A revenge fuck is one thing. Intimacy feels like it’s coloring outside the lines like I’m setting myself up for a broken heart with a broken heart chaser.

I wish I could be colder. I wish I didn’t crave the feeling of his arms around me. I wish a lot of things as I tentatively crawl beneath the covers next to Shane.

He wastes no time flipping off the light and slipping down in the bed, pulling me with him. The next thing I know, we’re spooning and he’s got his arms wrapped around me. The man holds me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, and despite myself, I slip into sleep with his body cradling mine.

Little things wake me. Hot open-mouthed kisses at the back of my neck. Callused hands palming my breasts. A hard cock against my ass. Shane lightly pinches my nipples. “Awake?”

“Mmm.” I stretch, rolling my hips to rub my ass on his cock. “I seem to remember you promising to wake me up in a very different way.”

His rough chuckle has my thighs clenching together. “Just checking in, baby girl. That still what you want?”

I twist in his arms and he lets me, shifting to give me room to sling my leg up around his waist. I wrap my fist around his cock and drag his broad head over my slit. I’m already wet from how he was touching me, already aching for him. “Does it feel like that’s what I want?”

Shane digs his hand into my hair and urges my head back so he can growl in my ear. “You have a slutty little pussy. We both know that. It’s your head that I’m concerned with right now.” His rough words are matched by the intent look on his face. I’ve never had a man look at me the way Shane does as if every single thing I say is of the utmost importance. As if he wants to know what I want, rather than have me tell him what he wants to hear. “Tell me what you need, Lily.”All content is © N0velDrama.Org.